Not a chance.

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At my return from the post, I couldn't stand.  Heat was up.  But against the general dark and cold, it didn't matter.  I sank into my chair until there was nowhere to go.  Finally surrendering to bed.  It was, perhaps, nine?  I just woke at noon.  Still so tired I can barely stand, if not enough to go back to sleep.  I will feed the critters.  Unless something gives, that might be it.

I'll work if I can.  Quite literally.  As is, sitting is as good as I can do.  Sitting at a lean so as to brace an elbow on the chair's arm as support.  I turned the furnace up as I went to bed, more than it had been, to 72°, hoping when I woke, that would... help.  Nope.  Hmm, I may put a few small loads of dishes in.  Then let a load of laundry to go.  Worst cases, I'll end up with dryed, unfolded, laundry and well soaked, for easy washing, dishes.

I still have some hope to coming around.  Odd thing, it isn't really all that cool up there.  It's the depth of the dark, and maybe atmospheric conditions.  If the barometric pressure makes it seem a much higher elevation, possibly lower especially if it happens very fast, that might crush me like a toy.  I'm pretty sure it happened even in Iowa.  It really only debilitates if you are old or sick.  If, as I remember, it does tend to slow even the young and healthy down.  I just never stopped to figure out what that was.

I'd still like to vacuum, move boxes, create zones and put the right items in them, then vacuum the steps and living room today.  But that is a lot of work.  No, absolutely no, promises.  Even if I start, that may take two days, if... I knew that possibility... probability?.. when I proposed the project.  Now, today, more so.  Best feed the natives, getting restless and aggressive, and myself.  Every trick will have to be employed.

Later.